...to Istanbul I go!

My trip to the airport in Budapest went well, especially compared to my ridiculously challenging trip from the Istanbul airport to the office where we were meeting for the conference.  I turned my European phone off when I boarded the plane like I was supposed to. Good Amy. But when I turned it back on in Istanbul, it asked me for my PIN. Luckily, I remembered the PIN that I told the Vodaphone salesperson to set it as.  This didn’t work. “Two more attempts.” Uh oh. The Vodaphone guy may have told me that there was a separate PINs for phone and SIM card. He also may have handed the other PIN to me on a piece of paper that I never looked at and left in Budapest.  Uh oh. 

This normally would not be terribly problematic because I can deal without having a phone during my time in Turkey; no problem! But, I was going to meet up with some other UNITED Conference participants at the airport, so I had no way of getting ahold of them.  Despite having no form of contact at Ataturk airport, I tried to find them for 45 minutes.  Eventually, I gave up and went to take the Metro by myself.  I had withdrawn money, but they gave me a 100 Turkish Lira bill, and the metro machine doesn’t take bills over 20. How convenient.  Thankfully, I was able to communicate this to a metro attendant, and he solved my problem by using a machine in the ticket counter, which was closed.  The metro ride was long (an hour and a half), but most of it was above ground, so I got to see a lot of Istanbul.  I had the address of the office where we were meeting, but no real idea of where that was.  Once I got to Taksim Square, I pulled out the free map I had picked up at the airport to investigate.  It was absolutely useless.  It was so zoomed out of Istanbul that you could see four other countries on it.  Great plan Amy.  Still, I was determined. I would find it. 

I asked this woman who looked like she spoke English if she knew how to get to the address.  Unfortunately, the reason she looked like she spoke English was because she was not Turkish.  She did, however, speak enough Turkish to ask some men next to us. One of them spoke English, and he said it was a 20 minute walk toward Tunel. Oh gosh. That was what I was afraid of. Luckily, I packed very light, so my load wasn’t very heavy, but my ankle was really starting to hurt. Nevertheless, I started trudging in that direction.  A few minutes into the walk, one of the men—the one that spoke English—was walking next to me. He was pleasant, but his goal was pretty clear. He did tell me I looked like an angel, though, which is always nice to hear.  We stopped a few times on the way there to ask people if we were still heading the right way, and they always assured us that we were.  We parted ways when we arrived at my sidestreet, and I looked to find the right place. 

Busy shopping street!

After walking back-and-forth a few times with people pointing me one direction then another, an eclectic-looking man sitting at a café asked me if I needed any help.  I did, yes.  I sat down at the chair across from him and explained my predicament.  He told me some bad news.  The office was right by Taksim Square, 2 kilometers away, and where I had just walked from. My ankle was throbbing, and I told him that I just couldn’t walk there.  He suggested the trolley, which I thought was an excellent idea.  He brought me to the trolley stop, and on the way past half a dozen people who greeted him. Apparently, he’s a famous Turkish artist! I wish I could remember his name.  Rossi or something. Well, he took me to the trolley, and even convinced the trolley conductor to stop at the street of the office. That was good news.  I was tired of walking and tired of being lost.  The trolley conductor and I made small talk as we approached the station.  He was excited that I was from America. Also, I like the way that foreign people say “America!” He stopped at my street, and I finally finally walked into the office where we were meeting.  I met with some of the other conference participants, and we all boarded the bus toward Sile!

My first week as a Budapestian

As a part of the requirements for my Master’s Program at the LBJ School, I am doing an internship in Budapest with Minority Rights Group International this summer.  The organization promotes and supports the rights and development of minorities and indigenous people around the world.  Because I will be working in the Budapest office, my focus will be on Europe and Central Asia.  I’m excited about working with this excellent organization, and I hope that I can be a useful and valuable member of the MRG team. 

I'm flying!

After a couple bumpy flights, I arrived Tuesday in the early afternoon to Budapest. My naivety (or hubris) led me to believe that I would be able to head into work that afternoon to meet my new coworkers.  Shockingly, I didn’t make it to the MRG office that day. Instead, I wandered a bit around town, and mostly just tried to stay awake.

Chain Bridge

My first day of work was pretty uneventful in the morning.  It was the day of MRG’s big monthly staffwide worldwide meeting, so I had to wait until the afternoon to meet with Neil (my boss) about my position this summer.  I did some research on MRG’s current projects, and started looking through the Global Advocacy Program (GAP).  One of my tasks this summer will be managing the participant organizations of the advocacy training that MRG offers. In the afternoon, I met with Neil to discuss my internship.  First, we talked about the UNITED Conference in Turkey the following week, which we are both attending.  It is in Sile, a beautiful city on the coast of the Black Sea.  While there, I will be participating in the Working Group discussing the rights of refugees.  In the meantime, he also gave me a few other tasks, and a broader idea of my role at MRG.  

Beautiful Synagogue, which is down the street from my office!

On my way to work on Thursday, a Hungarian couple asked me for directions. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, nor could I have directed them in any useful capacity. Still, it was exciting. At work, I looked at recent shadow reports submitted for recent conferences on minority/ indigenous rights. After work on Thursday, I went to look at two apartments.  The first one I saw, I absolutely fell in love with! It was in a quiet and beautiful neighborhood a block away from the Danube. The apartment itself was lovely, and from the roof terrace, you could see the Liberty Statue. I knew that this was going to be my new home (at least for a few months).  Friday, I researched minority organizations and communities in Montenegro, Serbia, and Kazakhstan. For lunch on Friday, I went with two of my colleagues (Ildiko and Zsofia) to lunch at a lovely restaurant where we enjoyed the first sunny day since my arrival.  Although I was prepared to be disappointed, I actually quite like Hungarian food. It is quite heavy, though, and no one could possibly call it healthy. I mean soup with pieces of paste-- not too great for digestion.  

Goulash soup with small pieces of paste! My favorite!

I spent much of the morning Saturday relaxing, and catching up on e-mails.  I went to lunch at a “Hungarian crêpe” restaurant.  I don’t know how genuine it was, but I do know that it was delicious!  After that, I went to meet my new landlord to sign the lease.  I cannot wait to move into that lovely building—unfortunately, however, I must.  I decided to be a tourist in my new city for the afternoon, and headed to Gellert Hill to see the Liberty Statue up close.  It was a challenging walk up the hill, but the views of the city and the river were breathtaking.  While on the way down, I twisted my ankle.  Unfortunately, it has yet to improve, but here’s to hoping it does before I get to Turkey! 

View from Gellert Hill

That evening, I met up with Zsofia, and we went to the Castle.  It was beautiful, and very quiet.  We heard some Roma folk music, and sat and listened to the trio for a little while.  We walked across the Chain Bridge, and went to a delicious restaurant for dinner.  After that, we went to a jazz concert at a pub where her friend was playing.  It was great company and great music, but by the end of the evening, my ankle was really not doing well.  The rest of the weekend, I mostly relaxed. Sunday afternoon, I went to see the Avengers, which was excellent.  It was very exciting in the theater when they mentioned Budapest!  Sunday, I moved where I was staying. It was very unpleasant to go across the city with my huge backpack on hobbling around.  If I were actually disabled, Budapest is one city I would definitely not live in. Stairs everywhere!

Picture by the castle with Zsofia

Monday, I finished my work from last week, and I got my own MRG email! It’s Amy.Booth instead of Amy.Kalmbach. I think they thought Booth was the first of two last names.  How silly of them. Booth is obviously a woman’s middle name. Also, I finished preparing for the UNITED Conference.  I think it’s going to be a fascinating and wonderful time. I even have a couple days to explore Istanbul!  My first week in Budapest has been wonderful, and I am looking forward to the rest of my time here.